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Pont Champlain Landmark of urban decay Lone relic in the fray  Standing For another day Concrete and rusted steel Structural integrity revealed Soon destined For the newsreel 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Meet your fate it's hell or heaven Cross but do so at your own peril When the Champlain bridge comes tumbling down I hope we're not around To meet an early grave As the frigid waves thrash us around I hope we will not drown As the current takes us away Don't let the undertow Drag you under
All The Same 02:39
All the Same
 Some people spend their days with their heads stuck in the sand
 Following purported words of a said to be sacred man
 They extend no olive branch, don't have the time of day 
No open mind for those living such a different way
 It's a thin line
 Between the perverse and the mundane
 No grand divide
 'cause in the end it's all the same 
Who listens to the other side
 Some people live in contempt of conservative ideals 
Ridicule faith derisively with endless zeal
 They extend no olive branch, don't have the time of day
 No open mind for those living such a different way
That’s How It Goes Every now and again it seems people tend to fall apart Chalk it up to what you will but it’s not for lack of heart When did getting your life in order become such a lost art Where would you even start Somehow I feel as though we’ve been through this before Yet again the same outcome but no one’s been keeping score How long must this go on, how long can we endure Nobody knows for sure Repeat, the refrain Of “I don’t care”, to numb the pain Pursue an outcome predestined It’s yours to write out in the end Self-fulfil your destiny Convince yourself your litany of woes Will tip the scale in favour of failure Tell me is that how it goes Go through the motions We will go through the motions
Indolence 02:02
Indolence Growing inequity in class Income disparity through the looking glass Introspection feels like way too much to ask Inaction catches on so fast March single file into the figurative gloom Our indolence is well on track to seal our doom The shadows loom Ignore the past Condemn ourselves To mistakes we’ll forever be repeating Life is short Regret is long And opportunity is fleeting Wisdom befits the sedate Whereas the masses can simply not relate That which requires an effort far too great Will simply not reverberate
The Fire 02:10
The Fire Beyond child’s play Little hands fumble with matches Eyes light up at the sight of flames Innocence betrays Marvel ebbs as panic sets in It’s hard to breathe amidst the smoky haze And the heat from the blaze Struggling to find the elusive exit The attic no longer damp and cold Stumbling, Crawling Squinting as the smoke burns bloodshot eyes Squinting, Stumbling and Crawling While the smoke keeps thickening Lungs can no longer breathe it in The dire lack of oxygen Brings panic fear adrenaline Thoughts soon turn to giving in Indiscriminate wrath The fury of a scorching fire Consumes everything in its path Between blackened walls Charred wood and hollowed framework It won’t be long before the structure falls
Adversity 01:53
Adversity I’ve seen greater men marginalized I’ve seen their whole life’s work capsize Before my eyes / Before my eyes I’ve seen dedication trivialized I’ve seen devotion tossed to the side Before my eyes / Before my eyes Why… why do we bother even try It’s all a waste of time Make every effort to transcend It makes no difference in the end But I’ve seen evidence to the contrary I’ve seen another outcome, noteworthy Rise above Adversity So many fucking reasons why Why we bother to try It’s not always a waste of time Make every effort to transcend It can make a difference in the end
Generation of Entitlement Imagine now, that your actions mattered Just as though, each day that passes by Could make a difference, or even slightly impact; Have any bearing on the rest of your life We pass our days, coasting by You cannot fail if, you never even try In a daze, collective sigh Not a sign of apathy, it’s a battle cry We are typecast, we are pigeonholed, It is high time that we retook control Time to shed ourselves of this epithet As “the generation of entitlement” Painted with the same brush The image they evoked Will be said to have been banished The day that we awoke
The Last Word Revere the armchair pundit Well versed in crackpot views The anti-literati Don’t have to read the news And when rational discourse Cannot even begin To match the louder voices Spouting bile through crooked grins Don’t you know Our time is coming Our time is coming to an end So shrug your shoulders, hang your head And pay no mind to what is said And when the time comes If the thin lines are blurred Who will get in the last word We know enough to know that We know nothing at all With those in disagreement It’s like screaming at a wall Wouldn’t it be simpler If all was black and white If polarized and divisive Meant that you were always right We will get in the last word
Fool’s Errand Much broken glass litters the path On the sordid road to redemption Blister your soles and cut your teeth But try not to lose your direction Don’t try rewriting history This time regret won't set you free Sometimes you gotta let it be What’s done is done And it won’t rattle me Much time is spent on regimens Of remorse and introspection Now understand it’s a fool’s errand Deliberating those pointed questions The same old thoughts Loop in my brain The same old thoughts Repeating again Gotta let it go
Ghost Story 02:28
Ghost Story The clouds formed overhead as if the sun had once again refused to shine In darkness a sight burnt in my eyes and a chill ran down my spine If ignorance is bliss then thoughts alone are cause enough to lose your mind And lucid thoughts will haunt your dreams almost every single time If living is breathing and seeing is believing I'll try to act surprised when my heart stops beating I have seen the dead but you know I don't believe it I'll try to act surprised when my heart stops beating So I won't hold my breath for Lazarus repeating I'll try to act surprised when my heart stops beating I have seen the dead but you know I can't believe it I've seen the dead but you know I won't believe it That night eight years ago, on a windy road, Maxwell Martell sitting by my side The trench coat man, his steely stare, it was I alone who looked him in the eye
STM 01:11
STM Riding in the 55 Like St-Urbain's Horseman While taking utmost pride In the novelty therein Riding alongside the huddled, surly & forlorn... The amenities may be shit but at least we're keeping warm Attention - Une intervention des ambulanciers nous obligent a interrompre le service sur la ligne orange entre les stations Cote Vertu et Montmorency pour une durée indéterminée Riding the orange line Will get you there on time Except for when you're running late and someone's on the tracks because they had a really bad day [had a really bad day] Public transit subculture the lower middle class a mode of transportation written off by most as crass but when we need to get around we do so always en masse because walking across town is a pain in the ass
Time Will Tell Who knows what the future will bring Who knows what'll become of all living things Who knows if we're all on the brink Who knows if this ship's gonna sink Four out of ten Think the world is gonna end In their own lifetime What will not end Is their narcissistic bent Time will tell us if a revolution's been spawned by this groundswell Time will tell us if instead the communal fervour has been quelled Time will tell us that despite signs to the contrary all is well One cold day in hell We're not afraid of the unknown We do not face this fate alone A fate that we cannot postpone Count down with me Count down with me until we've reached the end
Tour Song 02:26
Tour Song It may not be full time for now A good chance it’ll never be But there’s no doubt in my mind That this thing’s a part of me ‘Cause when we hit the road, when we hit the stage I feel alright It’s a drive, an instinct that I never want to fight There’s something cool about meeting new people every night And partying after the show well into… well into the daylight Through weary bloodshot eyes We watch the sunset rise Hope to catch some shut eye before we hit the road again Load up the van so tight Get a playlist on just right Do it all over in a different town tonight Thanks to all those Who support us along the way And thanks to all those Who come out to all the shows


This is the second full length studio album from Montreal stumble punks Society's Ills.


released August 22, 2013

Society's Ills are:
Bass and back up vocals - Skid Marc
Drums and no mic - Brent Over
Lead Vocals - The Naj
Guitar and back up vocals - Danarky

Engineered and mixed by Ron aka Ryan Battistuzzi at Beatbox R
Mastered by Jason Livermore at the Blasting Room

Additional back up vocals by Colin Moore
Gang vocals by Scott, Matt and Eric from the East End Radicals as well as Nick Fucking Raz from the BCASA.


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SOCIETY'S ILLS Montréal, Québec

Montreal's finest stumble punks!


"[for] those who like their punk rock fast, loud and raw" - Punknews.org

"their self-titled full-length is more than just a fluke ― over these 14 songs, the quartet fire off a searing [...] blast of rattling melodic hardcore" - Exclaim.ca

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